ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTER 88. THE SAME EYES

"A...What does His Majesty mean? A. I really don't understand." Consort Huan stammered, her blood seemed to stop flowing in her veins.

"I saw your eyes..." His Eminence Nan Chen did not budge, his eyes were straight up on a face that looked down with unblinking eyes staring at him.

"That sight is exactly the same as what I felt. I know for a fact that I can't do what I really want to do. It felt nauseous even almost spewed out. I know what it's like, Huan'er, to harbor grudges and heartache without knowing how to get back at it." His Majesty grabbed Huan's ice-cold clothesline and played it slowly, making Consort Huan barely move, all of her limbs twitching stiffly.

"Yes...Your Honor, I don't understand, really..." Concubine Huan threw away her face nervously. Like I just got caught stealing something.

His Highness Nan Chen slowly lifted his back and got up. The two of them faced each other for a while barely spaced apart.

"Huan'er, from the first moment you saw you, in every way you caught my attention, your ways are different and bold than those of ordinary women. You've made me question who you are. Don't you just want to get my attention? You've done it right. Even you have forced me to browse through every inch of your genealogy... " His Majesty grabbed the shoulder of concubine Huan with a pressing grip, as if so intimidating.

Concubine Huan clenched her fingers, her face deathly pale.

"I know who you are, Huan'er. I know there's no need to hide anymore." His Eminence Nan got off her bed while tidying up her sleeping robe.

The main hall became silent in an instant, Concubine Huan sat on the bed like a statue, her eyes barely blinking staring at the motion of the king who was now calmly heading towards a table, on top of which there is a porcelain jar containing wine with cups that are still covered yet touched.

"Come, Huan. Pour me a cup of wine..." His Eminence Nan sat down against the table and then stared upright.

Concubine Huan was still speechless, she felt her life was about to end. His trembling hands crept through his hair, making sure the iron skewer was still in place.

Even if tonight the last descendant of the Jiu family had to die then he swore, he died carrying the man who had slaughtered his family mercilessly.

"If I don't remember wrongly, this is the night I was crowned the great Crown Prince, and the first time I was trusted to make a decision. And the young prince, affixed his first stamp to slaughter all the Jiu family, the leading spy clan in Nanxing. My first bloody order, just for punishing a girl who fell in love with her country's enemies." His Highness Nan Chen's voice sounded trembling. It was immediately covered with a small, pitiful-sounding laugh.

Concubine Huan inched, setting her trembling legs to the floor along with the fall of her bowl of roses that she was about to smear into the temple of His Holiness Nan Chen.

The bowl rolled to the feet of His Highness Nan Chen, without speaking the king picked it up.

"Come Jiu Huanjin, daughter of Jiu Ming, last granddaughter of Jiu Huihoa." The voice was no longer calm rhythmically, but firmly like an order could not be denied.

Concubine Huan closed her hot eyes, she did not wrinkle anymore. His name was clearly mentioned, he felt like he was naked in front of the king. After strengthening his own heart, his eyes stared pushyly at His Highness Nan, although his chest was rumbling like in a storm, he took his place across the table. Trying to be calm.

Your Majesty did not blink, waiting. With her icy fingers, concubine Huan lifted the porcelain wine jar and poured it into the cup, many times barely spilling because she could not resist the vibrations of her grip.

"Why are you afraid? why don't you even talk?" His Majesty Nan frowned.

The single lantern, the bright moon, the clappers on top of their heads clinked into a silent break, but His Highness Nan Chen did not let go of the hand of his concubine Huan at all.

"You're afraid of me? How can you kill me if you can't master yourself properly." His Majesty Nan Chen chuckled. Then indifferently looked at his wine cup.

Concubine Nan's eyes bought, her reddish-colored mouth half-open.

"Your Majesty, just kill me now! Or I'll kill you..." He said with trembling. He no longer hid behind a flirtatious and spoiled smile. He was also tired of deceiving his own heart. He already has no regrets.

"Try it, Huanjin. Just try..." Greet His Highness Nan while smiling wryly half mockingly.

"Didn't that grudge have to be resolved before making your bones smoothen and wrinkle. I'm in front of you now. Just do it, let's see how much your heart's greatness is avenging every drop of your family's blood I've shed..." His Majesty Nan's voice was so flat without waves, as calm as a five-color lake in winter.

Out of nowhere, concubine Huan took the iron skewer that was covered in golden brass from between her hair, gripping it with trembling hands. Then with all his might he roared, thrusting forward. Poked the konde forward with his eyes closed, he did not know which part of the skewer was stuck. All he has in his head is to let go of the million grudges he's had in the last years.

A flash of his mother's face pierced with a sword, died while hugging his father who was first lying on the ground with blood drenched. Then, her brother who was lying down while grasping a sword, without having time to grab it.

His grandfather and grandmother, who embraced in old age, were slaughtered mercilessly. They are a family that mastered the science of canuragan but as people who love their country, they have proved it without giving the slightest resistance to the orders that were handed down by the king.

Because of her aunt Jiu Fei's love, the whole family suffers as traitors. It was love that made little Huanjin hate men, except for a Yuhuai, though then she had closed her heart to the man who had broken her heart.

Nothing compares to his hatred for all of the Nan family in this world.

A chill seeped into his heart, his boiling blood felt frozen. As strong as the power driven iron skewers with eyes sharper than the nail.

"Death to you!!!"



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